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By Kimberly Hoover Go ahead, stare— They call me rare but think It has something to do with me And that’s where They’d have to swallow every false misery They spat between green cud teeth It’s too loose in the bearing To say I turn my wheel upright That destiny favored me That I just persevered Where others fell lazy No, I am the daughter Of war rebels And I’m not talking About my decorated fathers But the women That held their low backs Until she screamed a bloody sac A new

My mom was diagnosed with vascular dementia at age 60, when I was 26 and my sister was 25 with a newborn and a 2 year old. We have been managing her care for the better part of 17 years with lots of ups and downs. We are very fortunate that she didn't have any personality impacts from the dementia and remains kind, loving, open hearted, witty, fun. While she is now at the latest stages and declining rapidly, we get rare moments of lucidity now and then. by Erin Colbrese I fou